Fucking Zombie Bitches Ch. 06

"These are actually quite useful," Rebekka said as she was inspecting the lance.

"Mhm. And heavy," I replied, weighing a halberd in my hand. The walls of the castle had several medieval weapons displayed, mainly swords and spears, as well as some helmets and armour.

"Well, these were definitely made for less busty girls," Rebekka remarked as her eyes went from a breastplate to her own, ample chest.

I shrugged. "It's incomplete anyway. There's the backplate missing. And even if we could wear it, it would slow us down to a crawl." I leaned the halberd into a corner. "But you're right. We should take some of the lighter weapons with us. They'll keep the zombies at bay."

After our short rest, we had begun to inspect the castle, going from room to room, always on the lookout for any noise that might indicate a zombie presence, but the building was as quiet as a grave.

"So after we make it to the river, then what?" Rebekka asked, almost whispering as if she didn't want to disturb the silence.

I shrugged. "There's a boatshouse there somewhere," I replied. "The Passer's not wide enough for ships, but there's a boat club in town." I tried to remember its location, but it had been many years since I'd last been there. "Anyway, I guess we'll take a boat and follow the river towards the sea."

She nodded, breaking a few display cases and playing with something that looked like an iron flute. "And where then?" she asked, "what's the destination?"

I leaned against the case and stared into the distance. "I'm not sure," I admitted. "My plan was mainly to get on a boat, because I thought it's the safest place to live in all this mess. I think those zombies can't swim, and we can use it to travel and store our food while we're out of their reach." In my mind, pictures of us on a houseboat alternated with the nagging concern that I really didn't know the first thing about boats and seafaring. I was a girl of the mountains, after all.

"Well, and I just want to get further south, because I really don't want to be caught in Tyrol without gas or electricity when winter comes. So, maybe Greece, or Turkey, or Egypt," I said, speculating about countries I knew nothing about to begin with, let alone could guess how the zombie apocalypse had affected them.

"Good plan," she said sternly, more to herself than to me. "Maybe we can even go to Ethiopia and see what happened there. It's not as hot as many other places in Africa, and sometimes I miss it." She sighed. "Isn't that strange? I was barely 9 when we left, but I can still remember the highlands, the monsoon, the way the earth smells."

I nodded at her, wondering what it must be like bakire porno to leave the country of your childhood. But then I thought, we're all living in a new country now, and the land of our childhood is gone forever.

"They must've used this place for weddings," Rebekka interrupted my thoughts as she flung open a double set of doors that led into a festive, large ornate room with wedding arrangements set out on a table. We walked around, running our hands across the fake plastic flowers, the wreaths, the little porcelain figures of a bride and groom, silver chandeliers and lace tablecloth.

"It's all gone," I said suddenly. "All the rituals, the religion, the government. Marriage. Everything it meant. It's all gone."

Rebekka raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so," she said. "I still know what I believe in. And you don't need a priest, or judge, or mayor, or whatever to get married. My god, my love, my faith and my belief, it's all still here." She took my hand and rested it on her chest, right above her heart.

I looked deep into her eyes. "I don't know what I believe in," I admitted, feeling her soft, warm breast at the palm of my hand. "I never believed in god much. Or in marriage. Or in ritual. But in this world, where life means nothing anymore, maybe we need more of that."

I paused and looked at her. She nodded, smiling slightly. "Do you want to be mine?" I asked her.

She looked at me, proud and stern, but deeply touched. "You're my mistress," she said. "From the first moment I saw you, the moment you touched me, I was yours. I will follow you to the end of the world and back. So yes, I would be proud to be yours."

I smiled, and to my surprise I felt tears streaming down my face. From all the excitement, and tension, and constant vigilance, I had forgotten how to feel. And now, it all caught up with me. "There's hardly anybody left," I said a little awkward, trying to find the right words. "I mean, it's not like we both have a whole lot of choice in partners. But even if I did, even if the whole world was still alive, among all those people, I wouldn't find a better servant than you."

I pulled her close and we held each other tight in our arms, kissing passionately and desperately, like it's the only thing that mattered, the only thing we could still do to be human. She tasted so good, so familiar, so much like home. I cried like a baby, and Rebekka did too, my tears running down into her neck and shoulder as we stood there embraced.

Finally, I calmed down a little and looked into her face. "So," I said. "That's it? I mean, I don't have a collar or anything. I don't even have music." brazzers

She smiled back at me. "We don't need any of that," she said. "We can make our own ritual, something that works for us." And with that, she sank to her knees in front of me, her face at level with my pubic hair. She looked up at me and whispered, just before she opened her mouth wide: "Feed me your water, mistress."

I looked down at her, and then spread my legs above her. Even though we had done this before multiple times, it just felt right in this moment. It was intimate, familiar, strangely sacred, and it was ours. I reached behind myself and slowly pushed a finger into my anus, crooking it and feeling around until I had found the spot that made my bladder tingle. Instantly, a hot sprinkle shot out of my sputtering twat and on Bekah's face.

She showered in the rain of piss, swallowing whatever landed in her mouth and let the rest of it cover her head and chest, warm and wet. When the stream subsided, she followed it to the mound of my pussy, and sucked the last few drops out of it, then kissed it reverently. Now I knelt down too, kissing her, tasting my piss on her lips, smelling it on her skin and feeling the wetness on her tits. "Now you," I said.

She smiled and turned over, getting on all fours and pushing out her wide, black ass towards me, her legs spread far until her sweet cunt began to gape a little. I laid down on my back underneath her and looked up, at the thick, black afro-curls of her full bush as she lowered it down on my face, her tits dangling heavy above me.

Her piss came in a gush, hitting me in the eyes so that I had to close them reflexively, feeling it rush all over my face like water from a hose. I opened my mouth and felt it rain inside, tasting the salty, tart taste of her pee before I drank it down. She had to go a lot and must've collected it for a long time. Her pussy wouldn't stop squirting, wetting my hair through and through until I could feel a puddle at the back of my head. I still swallowed whatever I could and opened my eyes on occasion, just to see the pink slit in her black muff rain down on me.

Afterwards, we walked slowly through the rest of the castle, arm in arm, like it was our home. On the second floor, we found a few rooms furnished with original medieval furniture. One of them even contained a bed. "They thought of us," I said to Bekah, laughing. "They even gave us a bed."

She grinned, looking interested at the posts that spun a rope around it to keep tourists from getting too close. "Oh yes," she said. "And they even provided toys along with it."

She threw off her clothes and weapons, dede porno soon standing before me all naked. I mustered her body up and down slowly, taking it all in - her black skin, the wide, round hips, the big buttocks, her belly, the massive, saggy tits, the sweet thick pubic hair that I loved so much, and of course her beautiful, lovely face.

"Straddle it," I told her, knowing that she only waited for my command. Without hesitation she grabbed a post and spread her legs above its thick, round, bulbous head. It looked like it was made from iron, and seemed heavy and cold, but she didn't flinch. Her labia rubbed along it, leaving a wet sheen wherever they touched, and soon a few leftover streams of piss ran down its sides as she wet it.

I sank down on the bed across from her, stripping off the leather chaps and jacket, throwing my clothes down until my pale, chubby, redheaded body lay down right in front of her, spreading my legs towards her. She bent forward, closing her eyes as she did her best to get the thick, hard, grapefruit-sized head into her hungry cunt.

Suddenly it slid in, and her eyes widened at the sensation while she gasped for air. Then, pleasure followed, and she bent down further and started sucking on my pussy diligently. "What would my mistress want?" she asked, looking at me.

"You know me," I said as I pulled up my legs, lifting my back and hips up at her and pulling my buttocks apart with my hands. She nodded, knowing me all too well.

Her fingers began to probe my anus, stretching it slowly and carefully, preparing it for what was to come, while she spit saliva down on it repeatedly, wetting it until it was as slick as my cunt. Then I felt her hand, pushing inside me, mercilessly, getting thicker and wider, splitting my asshole wide open as she pushed.

I wanted it. I wanted it so bad, to feel full of her, to feel fucked by her and raped by her and used by her and done by her, my cunt began to water right away. When her knuckles passed my sphincter, it felt like it tore me apart and a the same time like it made me complete. And then she fucked me, hard, deep, passionate, raw, violently as she was riding the post, her whole hand deep inside my ass.

I came so hard, so much. My piss hole was gushing and squirting all over the room, and the thought of her being my slave made me cum even more.

After an eternity, we found ourselves sitting naked in an alcove of the castle's second floor, looking out of the open window on the few zombies that were aimlessly strutting the plaza below.

"Let's always stay together," I said.

She nodded. "And let's never do anything dangerous again," she replied. "I do not want to lose you, and certainly not because of something stupid."

I smiled and kissed her. "Deal," I said. "And let's piss on the zombie bitches." And with that we held onto the window frame as we leaned our butts outside, and let a faint rain of piss spray down on them.